Suddenly, a golden lightning bolt exploded across the sky, illuminating the entire darkened heavens with its brilliance.
Little Chi's mouth dropped open as a massive golden ancient war spear's phantom stretched across the sky, fiercely striking at the white-clad figure in mid-air, as if a tribulation had descended.
Yet, the most terrifying event was yet to come.
At that moment, an even more terrifying and majestic thunderclap resounded across the sea region, boundless lightning illuminating the world, striking at this enormous phantom.
The energy of the four skies was being drawn away at a terrifying speed, leaving nothing to adjust!
The surrounding sea waves were also stirred by the lightning and thunder, roaring towards the sky, a violent storm sweeping in, enveloped in thick smoke and dust, making everything on the desolate island blurred and hazy.
In an instant, the massive golden ancient war spear's phantom shattered, and a loud, exasperated cry could be heard: "Brother Chen, where's the energy?!!! Where's the energy of my family heirloom magical artifact?!"
"Don't worry, it'll recover soon, Brother Mo, let's continue."
"Heh, just what I intended!"
...
The battle resumed after a brief pause, Mo Ye Han becoming more astonished and excited as he fought, realizing Chen Xun was no ordinary person, worthy of being his opponent.
At this moment, the sea around the island froze into glaciers, and the aura emanating from Mo Ye Han grew increasingly terrifying, seemingly brewing some great spell.
For him, this battle was exhilarating!
As the two clashed again, the mana within them surged outwards like a flood, wind, rain, thunder, and lightning creating a myriad of phenomena, causing the entire desolate island to shake and rumble continuously.
Black Bull, Little Crane, and Little Chi watched intently, their divine senses blocked.
The aura of the two had already stirred the spiritual qi and energy of heaven and earth, the terrifying scene of the battle explaining why the eldest brother had scouted for years to choose an uninhabited desolate island for this duel.
...
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away from the desolate island.
Here, two bright suns shone high in the sky, golden and radiant, a perfect day for cultivation.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
...
Over a hundred black-robed figures swiftly streaked across the sky, fleeing in panic.
Their faces hidden beneath the black robes were filled with terror, lacking even the magical artifacts to fly, as if they had exhausted all their trump cards.
In the distance, ten Flood Dragons of the Eight Veins were fiercely pursuing them.
Their bodies stretched hundreds of feet long, scales like shields, with eight bright veins running through their bodies, exuding a chilling aura, like eight blazing icy flames, sending shivers down one's spine.
The ferocious dragon heads bore sharp horns, exuding a sense of ferocity and dominance.
In such a form, the Eight Veins Flood Dragons were undoubtedly at the Void Refinement phase!
But those being pursued were at most at the Divine Transformation phase, with even some at the Elemental Infant phase, a situation of certain death, leaving no room for resistance.
"That person actually has a space teleportation token, this will take more time."
"These people have touched upon a taboo, some matters are beyond their investigation, Xuanwei Celestial Palace has ordered, kill without mercy."
"Understood."
...
The ten Flood Dragons of the Eight Veins spewed dragon breath, their massive eyes overlooking the sea, having already tracked their aura.
This time, they had no trump cards left to escape; no place in the vast Mengmu Sea Region could shelter them!
And they were just one of the teams being hunted, with even Unity True Lords involved, setting up a surrounding net, leaving no room for error.
The movements of all parties filled the hearts of these hundred black-robed figures with deep despair.
Pursued personally by Void Refinement cultivators, with Unity True Lords stationed at the rear, a situation of certain death... leaving them no chance at all.
They whistled swiftly through the air, one black-robed figure speaking in a deep voice: "Meng Sheng... we've caused too much trouble this time."
The leading black-robed figure suddenly turned, revealing a young face, his gaze calm: "No one could have predicted that even investigating the cause of some small boundary's destruction would touch upon a taboo."
"The information here spreads too quickly!"
"And their methods are so sinister, we don't even know how we were exposed!"
"Where can we escape to now?!"
...
Some were panicking, with some even beginning to wail in despair, the greatest fear always stemming from the unknown.
The black-robed figure who had spoken earlier gradually revealed his form in the sunlight, it was Yu Chen.
Beside him were Uncle Chu and Yu Yiwei, their eyes showing no fear, ready to face death!
They were descendants of an ancient immortal cultivating family, their ancestors willing to die, how could the descendants be cowards?
Yu Chen merely glanced at everyone calmly, then turned to Meng Sheng and said: "Bai Li..."
But before he could finish, Meng Sheng produced a spirit bird, his gaze focused: "In the northwest, the energy there is unusually chaotic, it might be a place of great danger, let's head there!"
"What?!"
"Alright, Meng Sheng, we'll follow you."
Everyone steeled their hearts, not doubting him at all, fearing disunity at such a time, knowing that fleeing in any direction meant death, so they might as well take a gamble.
Moreover, they had great trust in Meng Sheng, having gone through so much over the years, without him, they would have perished long ago.
"Go!"
"Go!"
...
They immediately changed direction, heading towards the place where the energy was violently disturbed, all prepared to die, their expressions no longer panicked.
Meng Sheng flew at the forefront, and for some reason, he suddenly took out a sect token.
He merely glanced at it deeply, then stored it back in his storage ring, quickening his speed even more.
...
Trash Island.
Buzz—
Buzz—
...
A vast and majestic sound echoed across the surrounding sea, with a hundred massive warships slowly approaching, filled with cultivators, even some specializing in formations.
At this moment, the sea was surging with huge waves, a heavy atmosphere enveloping the heavens and earth, fiercely impacting Trash Island.
Silhouettes filled the hundred massive warships, even equipped with Void Transmission Disks, continuously transmitting messages:
"The coordinates of the five Trash Islands' energy have been locked."
"The Soul-Nourishing Spirit Clan, totaling thirty-one thousand six hundred and thirty-two, are all on Trash Island."
"The number of awakened is uncertain, but certainly not few."
"It has been confirmed, the factory owner of the garbage recycling plant has left, Li Chen Immortal Palace cannot interfere today."
...
Cold and calm voices transmitted from the Void Transmission Disks, each speaker exuding the aura of the Void Refinement phase.
Their gazes were fixed on Trash Island, drawing closer and closer.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Three massive sounds of something breaking through the air came from the sky behind, three enormous Eight Veins Flood Dragons with chains wrapped around their tails, soaring over the hundred massive warships.
When they revealed their true forms, it became clear what was hanging from their tails; three chains hundreds of feet long, pulling a black stone known as the 'Soul Suppressing Stone'!
Such a grand display had long caught the attention of everyone on Trash Island, the warships already visible, and the massive three-headed Eight Veins Flood Dragon in the sky exceptionally conspicuous.
The visitors were not friendly!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
...
Countless piercing sounds of something breaking through the air echoed on Trash Island, as people from the Online Store stepped into the air, standing before Trash Island.
Their gazes were cold as they looked into the distance, their momentum not weak at all.
In the cave abode beneath the Spirit Vein, five divine lights shot into the sky, intertwining and swirling, spiritual qi retreating, as a middle-aged man with a simple appearance suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils as deep as the starry sky!
On the desolate mountain, two figures stood high, overlooking the sudden appearance of the warships in the distance, both with a hint of coldness in their eyes.
Song Heng sneered: "Li Sheng, the visitors are not friendly."
Gu Lisheng sat cross-legged on the ground, arms folded, his head slightly lowered.
Suddenly, the surrounding void trembled, as a void longsword slowly condensed in his embrace, exuding a sharp sword aura.
"Mere petty thieves, no matter, I will handle them myself."
He chuckled softly, raising his head slightly, full of arrogance: "Even if it's a Unity True Lord, I will kill them for you to see!"
